Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
Tess... Tess - Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
Sad tortured hillside, against
a pastel slate sky;
mute; purple stucco stubble.
Smoking chimney; early morning lit.
Wind blown, lean trees
beautified mystical silver birch;
doors of classrooms; I to enter do not want.
Morning tea; on a wooden bench.
Black top, sexy miniskirt
matchbox houses; ghastly trousers.
Leaves sparkling; wind turned.
Smoking crayon, set
against an ash-grey sky;
swirling; blue grey mist.
Toast; vapour steamed.
lichen on wild; wall top undisturbed;
man on lawn mower; that win lotto didn't.
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